If someone reading this story saw me walking down the street taking my children to school or shopping at the market, they would not even stop to look at me, I have a very low profile, you would have to be a very good observer to realize that under the clothes I wear when I go out on the street moves a body that is indirectly proportional to my external appearance, let alone you could imagine what that woman would be able to do in circumstances that are far from happening to a housewife attached to the housework and submissive profile.
The old saying goes, “don’t judge a book by its cover”, and that is exactly what I wish to portray to friends and strangers alike. On the outside, an ordinary woman, a little carelessly dressed in unfashionable clothes and not at all flashy, but inside, and underneath those bland clothes, the flip side of the external, a promiscuous, hot, perverse and morbid woman who has indecent behaviors moved by a revenge without limits as a result of her husband’s infidelity. That woman is me. But first I am going to tell you how I became what few lucky people on this planet know what I am.
I married very young, at 18, became pregnant with my first child and was practically forced to marry to avoid being placed in a religious school. My husband’s and my family are very traditional and religious and it is impossible to propose an abortion, even if their daughter will be unhappy in the future as a result of an arranged marriage. At 18 I had a very developed body and it was very common when I walked down the street to hear obscene words and leering from men and women. I became engaged at 17 to my current husband and one night we managed to get away behind some trees at a schoolmate’s birthday party, so he deflowered me.
I started having sex with him and at 18 I got pregnant in an oversight, the outcome I already told at the beginning. The years that followed were with ups and downs, like any couple, me at home taking care of the two children and my husband working hard. My body after the pregnancies and the years that followed was quite neglected and my husband cared little about how I looked, and our sexual relations became less and less as time went by.
When I turned 28 some former high school classmates decided to get together and through social networks they contacted me. During that meeting talking to one of my former classmates that I had not seen since those years I told her that I had married my high school boyfriend and while I gave her details about my husband’s person her face was transforming, at one point she interrupted me and told me that she had to tell me something that I was not going to like but that she felt she had to say it because a woman like me did not deserve to have this present.
I was frightened and thought how serious would be what she should tell me. “Your husband has been visiting my cousin for 5 years, he has convinced her that he is going to leave his wife, that is you, and the fool believes it, now that you tell me who he is I have no doubt that they are the same person, sorry, but neither my cousin nor you deserve a guy like him, I knew he was hiding something, but I never wanted to get involved, I didn’t know he had married you either”.
I started to cry and while she was consoling me she told me something that would turn the story around, “think friend, revenge is a dish that is served cold, do not do crazy things or victimize yourself, feed him his own poison, he does not deserve anything else, an eye for an eye”. The following days I tried to hide my grief and acted as if I knew nothing as my friend said it while I plotted my revenge. Those nights were sleepless, I thought, thought, thought. Finally I decided, I was going to turn him into a cuckold in the most cruel and cynical way.
I took advantage of the next morning when the children were at school and he was on leave.
I realized that after the first pregnancy my body was not the same and I have to admit that I let myself be all these years. Fifteen days ago I went to dinner with my high school classmates and many of them look very sexy and fit, and I said to myself what happened to you woman? I recognize, my husband, that you deserve better than this neglected body so, I promise you that from today I am going to get in shape, recover my teenage attributes and look sexy for you, you deserve the best!
After that cynical performance I started a physical routine and a diet regime that I had never had before, I transformed every corner of my house and backyard into a training center accompanied by a demanding diet. In three months I lost 10 kilos and my abs were well marked, my body took a fibrous shape, I reconquered the desired waist, my arms and legs were muscular, my tail resumed its hardness and was upturned. In 5 months my body underwent such a transformation that I was so impressed when I saw myself in the mirror.
This new body, so desirable to look at that any man would not be my husband’s, would be at the service of any cock willing to give me, and me to offer him pleasure. But he didn’t deserve to be a standard cuckold, that is to say, that I would sleep with a handsome and carilindo man behind his back, on the contrary, I had to cheat on him in the hardest and most perverse way with horrible guys, or old, or degenerate, and from there came the idea of going out to offer myself to guys that women like me would never approach unless they had a bulging wallet.
